The Collected Letters, Volume 35

No Letter today: alas; I fear it was because you had no better news to send than yesterday. Get to sleep, oh get to sleep, my poor little Goody!

I have settled to go down to The Gill this afternoon (Mary just expected to come up for my trunks and me,—that answers better
at Carlisle); I leave Cummertrees tomorrow at 11.40 a.m.; and, if all go well, am at Alderley Station that same evening at 6. Over Friday I stop there,—be sure you let me have a Letter there: “The Lord Stanley's Alderley Park, Congleton” (written tomorrow in time for evg post, it will do): Saturday morning, 11.8, I leave Aderley1 station again; am to be in London (if all go well) abt 5 p.m, and may expect to see my poor Goody and the end of these wanderings, abt six!—may she be well, may all be well,—if it please Heaven!

My packing &c is all to do; Jamie is off to Dumfries Rood Fair2 at 6 this morning; I took leave of him last night. Oh me, oh me! Poor Sir Jas Stephen3 is dead (did you hear of it?)—item Professr Nicol, whom you knew.4— Wish me well home again, dear Goody, and a good stroke at what work I still have. Adieu, Dearest; no more paper handy. Yours T. Carlyle